Spontaneous Appliance Death Explosion

So, I'm getting something out of the fridge the other night (do what you do best), and the door suddenly isn't attached to the hinges anymore, and it lurches toward me fully-unhinged and flinging bottles of every condiment and saucy-sauce known to man like a deranged Frankenfridge, and I manage to sort of crash-land it on my foot (smart), and I'm not even finished yelling WHAT THE F$%*%&# when I see that my beloved Tabasco is flipping end over end in slo-mo, and now I'm yelling NOOOAWWWWWW in a deep robo-sitcom voice, and then the Tobasco shatters in a million spicy shards and there's hotsauce spatter everywhere, and it looks like Dexter was in my kitchen, which is the only cool thing about it. Now I have a fridge that's broken in a way no fridge should ever break, and a broken foot, and broken Tabasco. And that was my Sunday night.